Blue Silver: Behind The Mask

His lips moved against the side of her mouth. “You’re a perfect armful, Arliss. You feel so good against me.”

Was he going to kiss her? He rubbed up and down her back, contouring her body as if he were memorizing her. Up to her shoulders, down to her hips. His lips next to hers. His cheek, the slight abrasion of whiskers. His breathing was even, regular, and yet, by his cock she could tell he was not unaffected.

Arliss couldn’t bear it. She turned her head the tiny bit required for contact.

At first their lips bumped. Touched. She trembled against him. Then he rubbed his lips gently across hers. She parted for him, but he kissed her without tongue, an unsatisfying hint of his taste reaching her.

She tugged on his hair, holding him closer, and he chuckled against her mouth. “Like that, is it?”

“Don’t talk to me.”

“I came here to talk. Get to know you.” Each movement of his lips was a tiny kiss, awakening her core. Simultaneously, his expert hands squeezed her hips, her ass, taunted the sides of her breasts. He knew what he was doing to her.

“You started this.”

“I said I would kiss you. And I have.”

She cursed at him. “Cut it out.”

“What do you want, Arliss?”

She drew slightly away from him. After all that sex talk, why was he taunting her? “I won’t beg you.”

“Shall I beg you?”

“God, no.” This man, on his knees, at her feet… All her best intentions would fly out the window with her panties, as fast as she could rip them off.

His hands slid up her ribcage before his thumb brushed her nipple. Her locked knees nearly gave way. He cupped both breasts, weighing them. “Do you want me to touch you here?”

Oh, yes. She wanted his skin against hers, his clever hands on every single part of her body. She wanted to lick his chest and nipples and take his cock in her mouth and make him shudder. She wanted him mashed against her, sweaty and hot, his face buried desperately in her neck as he pounded into her.

But she didn’t want to admit it. She didn’t want a one-night stand...